... or so I hope. Credit to Molly Ivins, whose book of that name currently graces the reading chair.
Meanwhile, it still appears to be January. My recent cold led to an unfortunate addiction to several seasons of a TV show that I missed because [a] I don't watch TV, and [b] I don't have cable. My hands feel like sandpaper, and are prone to cracking in a very attractive manner. A fingernail snapped off painfully. The new coffeemaker went wild and flooded the counter instead of filling the pot. My hair looks like it was styled by rodents.
On the antiwhine side, we adopted the kittens we have been fostering, as they seem to like it here but have not quite gotten around to trusting humans. They are very goofy adolescent furballs.
So, how're things at your end, Pixies? Passing the chips and dip.
e.t.a. -- hey! i learned how to do links! not good links, mind you, but links nonetheless.
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